My trip to Sri Lanka seems ages ago. The temperatures keep dipping into the negatives here, and sometimes it seems like those warm days near the Indian Ocean were just a dream. I can’t remember what it feels like for my bones to be warm. That world is so different from my snow-covered one. Then,… Read more »
{copyright World Vision, photographer Matthew Paul Turner} You guys, I don’t know what to do with this trip. Sunday I ate a corn dog at the state fair that costs more than Amila (above) earns in a day climbing trees and harvesting coconuts. And that’s ok. I mean, that has to be ok, right? If… Read more »
All I have for you are photos from instagram from last week. Try as I might, I can’t put words together the way I want them to go right now. I blame 32 hours of travel, a 10.5 hour time difference and subsequent jet lag. So happy to be home with my boys, so much… Read more »
The first thing I notice is that the English words on her shirt don’t make sense. “Color Goob” it says, like an unwitting jab at the reader of which the wearer is oblivious. Laying over her shirt is a large, stong braid of black wavy hair, falling down from the whisps around her face. The… Read more »
